I miss the days when we didn't have instant gratification. When you took a picture through a tiny lens and had to physically take it to be developed and then open each envelope, unveiling the results. Do people make scrapbooks anymore? Or even photobooks? I'm afraid the dependence on our hard drives has replaced the idea of actually holding those memories instead of swiping left or right to view them. Even bigger than pictures, is the decline in videos. Maybe I'm the only one who takes notice of this as a result of my love for documenting memories. Some families still video, but it's not nearly as prominent these days. So 30 years down the road... What are we all going to gather and watch and embarrass each other with? My family for one loves home videos, I just wish future generations would have that desire to document. Granted, I would've loved if our camera stopped working from about my 7th-9th grade years, I still will never turn down watching old videos or going through old pictures.
I've been told that my desire to keep pictures and go through old memories somehow correlates to me not being able to let go of the past. That somehow I believe I've reached my peak in life and am longing for the times in the memories. I don't agree with this, however. For me, I just like to relive memories and reminisce. I think documentating things is so entertaining and I suppose I'm okay with whatever deeper meaning that holds. I also want to be able to pull up pictures and say, "what did I do in college?" "well, ...this." I will also probably be the mom with video camera in hand at all times with my family (that is, if video cameras are still a thing).
I think looking through the past can be building and revealing if you look at it in the right light. If pictures resemble a hard time for you, look at how you have grown since then. Or what that time taught you. Sure, it's not my favorite to look at pictures from a past relationship that went downhill, but I learned a lot from that breakup. I learned what I wanted, how I deserved to be treated, how to be independent, and how to bring yourself back up when you're at your lowest point. Sounds dramatic, I know. But it's all the thought process I go through when reminiscing. A picture really can say a thousand words. What those thousand words are, though, is completely up to you.
Maybe I'll write eventually about my problem with hoarding. Pictures is one thing, but sometimes I battle with letting go of actual memoirs of things that resemble memories for me. Pictures are easy to organize and present, but a cluster of beads from New Years on the other hand... Not so much.
So hey, having a great day? Take a picture of it. I bet you'll look back and be able to recreate the feeling you had in that moment.